(the goblin thanked blandscape for keeping the thread going, whereupon the goblin decided to add another repost to offer content now, adding "...nice to see everybody getting on so well then...")

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"...well yes agreed, oz does seem a nice destination now, and either way britain seems to be falling apart even without that brexit there, simply whenever a government starts using foreign labour to undercut its own local labour costs, as seen by the NHS or by london's educational system, it ends up paying twice as much by first paying that cheap foreign labour and then by paying those others who are left unemployed by it too..." lamented the goblin whose mind was elsewhere more upon the growing instability in the US today, adding "...perhaps this social polarization is in part a realization that "the american age" as we have known it is fast changing to something else again, yes things grow ugly because those aspirations therein can no longer be met by the financial reserves that it has not got, simply its military for all its prowess cannot battle upon the homefront too, a homefront of lowering living standards for the vast majority of americans today coupled with that growing uncertainty therein...", in fact, looking at it now the goblin was somehow reminded of roseevelt's times again where the government was finally prompted into action with the likes of "the new deal", whereupon the goblin just sighed "...yes but back then the country was united as one, with one goal too, not today though, no today the very same country is just too polarized to act in any unison...", as a voice from the back of the goblin's mind just went "...a house divided upon itself cannot stand goblin..."

Ftr, the US was not exactly united behind the New Deal. Roosevelt got shit from both side - from the rich and privileged class as well as from groups (like the Catholics) who thought he wasn't doing enough to help the poor. The courts didn't help either until one particular justice on the Supreme Court decided that regulating unfettered business activity wasn't such a bad thing after all.

Which brings to mind Roosevelt's (and Corwin's) brilliant court packing plan. If the Democrats capture both houses of Congress with a super-majority and hold on to it in 2020, the next Dem President can increase the number of Supremes to 13 or 15 or any other number and pack them with liberal judges. Especially after the shit that McConnel and the banana Republicans did to deny Obama an appointment in his final year. THE PENDULUM ALWAYS SWINGS BACK!

(the goblin thanked THE BRA1N for the reply but still felt that Ftr had less objection from both sides than trump has today making things harder for trump to succeed, adding "...a lot depends on just how bad things get, and whether trump can turn that objection into support, which alas is what is not likely to happen any time soon...", at which point the goblin turned to Vitrol too, saying "...quite right, by complaining one puts one complaint into words and things become clearer to oneself, whereas by not quantifying one's complaint to oneself one becomes a donkey fit for that circus of one's own indifference, just pinocchio perhaps...")

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"...if the government increasingly allow the central banks to buy the stocks of major companies as they have been doing, then those companies are simply being nationalized by the back door so to speak...." remarked the goblin noting the sharp demise of actual traded stocks upon the market of late and suspecting too that at this rate the stock pool would dry up eventually, then adding "...yet once the majority of stocks are owned by the government through the central banks then would this be fascism or socialism now, after all both hilter and stalin would approve of such measures..", meanwhile nothing has changed much, academia was still bribed by student loans, media was monopolized into those few companies it had become, and the church though unsilenced by 501c3 exemption status still remained silent though, the goblin for his part understood yet defied his circumstance though, smiling "...all I have is a keyboard with this online here, and some choices of what upon to relate I guess, but that's enough really, for here there is no elsewhere...", and with that the goblin renewed his efforts, he didn't know whose side he was on really

("...just editing this repost in your absence..." went the goblin happy that the cold sun had come out, then adding "...trouble is I can never get these posts right, I write them only to note that that wasn't quite what I meant...")

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"...life is mostly boring, yet state that fact openly to its face is just to have it gang up on you as someone too outspoken, so I think one has to go through life learning how to lie discretely, those white lies then, that feigned interest too, or at least how not to betray one's inner thoughts and feelings through one's bored gestures and pauses..." ventured the goblin suspecting too that everyone had had occasions where as if one he was hidden in full view like that, going through the motions as it were till "whatever it was" was over, to which the goblin then remarked "...I mean does anyone remember their school days here, yes those uninspired teacher's sermons, that all too unimaginative school lunch, those soul crushing london underground commutes, and all manner of sports that one sucked at, just an internment meant to be good for one, yes that was me back then, where at first I managed to lie in my appearance alone, but later I also learned to daydream away behind my all too attentive facade of participation, till finally I realized upon graduating school that it wasn't so much anything in particular that I had learned while there, no instead school had simply taught me this ability to "deceive my external" and to daydream away my time till it was over, where today too my motto could well be "invisible in dailylife, anonymous on the internet"...", and then those dreaded memories of school flooded back into the goblin's conscience once more, instinctively he straightened up his back and gazed forward pretending either to be "all attentive" or "quite invisible" depending upon whether he had been spotted before snapping out of it at his age, but there it was still that ability there

("...just editing this repost in you're absence..." went the goblin happy that the cold sun had come out, then adding "...trouble is I can never get these posts right, I write them only to note that that wasn't quite what I meant...")

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"...life is mostly boring, yet state that fact openly to its face is just to have it gang up on you as someone too outspoken, so I think one has to go through life learning how to lie discretely, those white lies then, that feigned interest too, or at least how not to betray one's inner thoughts and feelings through one's bored gestures and pauses..." ventured the goblin suspecting too that everyone had had occasions where as if one he was hidden in full view like that, going through the motions as it were till "whatever it was" was over, to which the goblin then remarked "...I mean does anyone remember their school days here, yes those uninspired teacher's sermons, that all too unimaginative school lunch, those soul crushing london underground commutes, and all manner of sports that one sucked at, just an internment meant to be good for one, yes that was me back then, where at first I managed to lie in my appearance alone, but later I also learned to daydream away behind my all too attentive facade of participation, till finally I realized upon graduating school that it wasn't so much anything in particular that I had learned while there, no instead school had simply taught me this ability to "deceive my external" and to daydream away my time till it was over, where today too my motto could well be "invisible in dailylife, anonymous on the internet"...", and then those dreaded memories of school flooded back into the goblin's conscience once more, instinctively he straightened up his back and gazed forward pretending either to be "all attentive" or "quite invisible" depending upon whether he had been spotted before snapping out of it at his age, but there it was still that ability there

Perhaps you could edit it so it says your instead of you're. That's a good idea

("...suppose I could, but the stuff in brackets is just a "first write" with typos, me chatting then..." replied the goblin who was editing the texts with pictures, then adding "...thanks and let me know if you come across any others in their reposting...")

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and with that the goblin just felt his past returned again as he thought back upon times before, they were both times before his father's death of course, his disappointment at his father's ingenerosity at the end, but what of it now, the goblin had moved on as it were, and where not it returned to him at unguarded moments like this, whereupon the goblin went "...nice to hear your voice in my head though, where I do hope things are better for you up there now...", in fact, the goblin was in the middle of the busy work season, not that he wrote anything worth reading within this whirlwind of endless repetition, no it was more just the fact that he still kept at it in spite of it, writing he meant, then adding "...personally though I don't know which is worse concerning trump now, being betrayed in one's expectation or not having much expectation to begin with, I mean I'm glad it turned out to be trump seeing the evil advocated by those who were rallied against him, yet he doesn't seem to bring the evil to a close, instead the specter of accidental global war remains ever a constant in its continuation...", simply the goblin hated the mainstream media at this point for its obvious agenda, yet he had to follow the news still to foretell its outcome, even so the "media spin" span his head and made him so sick of it too

("...btw has anyone read a good book of late, seen a gripping film, or done something of interest perhaps..." inquired the goblin trying to get the ball rolling at least)

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"...yesterday's table conversation had been my wife relating about how one of her friends whose father upon seeing that it was terminal cancer had terminated things in a family do..." explained the goblin continuing "...simply he had called the family together one last time, and then amongst them all he had drunk the big sleep potion...", where of course what crossed the goblin's mind was what he would do had it been him there, sighing "...naah, I try not to think about such things, but I doubt I would call my close family together like that, I mean I tried so hard not to show my children their grandmother when she was no longer herself with dementia, and thus when I'm longer myself I doubt I would act otherwise, simply I would want them to see me not in my demise but to remember me as how I was before that end...", yes this was just another of those things that passes overhead through one's orbit of contemplation causing one to look up to its darkening sky to one's mind returned to whatever one was doing before those thoughts perhaps

Reading one: 'The Book of Dust' by Phillip Pullman (it extends the 'His Dark Materials' trilogy that started with 'The Golden Compass')Over half-way through and so far it's been a good read... not hyperactive so if "BAM!WHOOSH!PEWPEWPEW!" is your thing just skip it.But if you enjoyed the original trilogy you won't be disappointed.

("...btw has anyone read a good book of late..." inquired the goblin trying to get the ball rolling at least)

Highly recommend The Brothers (by Stephen Kinzer) ...a joint bio of John Foster Dulles and Allen Dulles, a sharply written work that casts the second half of the twentieth century in a more comprehensible (but no less disturbing) light.

Logged

Life is too short to spend it drinking cheap whiskey or arguing with fools.

"...thanks for the headsup, "the book of the dust" was a great audiobook, looking the others up now..." went the goblin, adding "...me, I loved "american gods", not the tv series but the audiobook, well worth a listen to too, also "the name of the wind" is beautiful..."

"...thanks for the headsup, "the book of the dust" was a great audiobook, looking the others up now..." went the goblin, adding "...me, I loved "american gods", not the tv series but the audiobook, well worth a listen to too, also "the name of the wind" is beautiful..."

I have a serious question. How many prescriptions do you take, and what kind? I’m asking for a friend.

("...yes but in answering that serious question wouldn't you lose your friend if he or she got well by it..." ventured the goblin only with Rose Quartz's welfare in mind now)

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"...no you drive, I'll just look out the window then..." replied the goblin who had had almost no time left to write in, adding "...normally I can find space in between work but not with the new schedule where I seem answerable at most moments...", yes but montreux, where the goblin was today, seemed beautiful beyond description, oh yes he could see why people wished to retire here, after all the view of snow covered mountains across the lake offered a beautiful backdrop to one's demise, the goblin just smiled at it saying "...naah, this schedule won't stop me though, I'll snatch a moment to write again promise, besides, things revert back in december, till then though I'm just chasing my own tail with dailylife pulling the strings, speaking of strings...., ...", but either way the drive with anna had the goblin relaxed, he continued "...so mugabe is under house arrest today, meaning his wife is out of power then, as the military have chosen their next leader in her place, yes it's that isn't it, or else it wouldn't be quiet so smooth in its transition...", in fact the goblin suspected too that whomever came into power in zimbabwe they still faced that bankruptcy there, adding "...ah yes, the IMF might rope them into the west's fold by lending them enough money to tide things over awhile yet standing armies do cost far more money than governments ever did, where corruption and cohesion aren't really conducive to sustainable economies anyway..." yet the goblin often wondered what these IMF loans were if not credits that have been discredited, long discretited in fact as being little more than those strings of the west's latter day recolonialization of third world countries, giving up the goblin let go his thoughts wonder off as he let the scenery rush by him in a kaleidoscope of events

("...well I guess I'm not the best flamer here, but I'm sure the one who posts last each time..." went the goblin posting his next to exit it into something more to his liking, repeating "...the point of posting is finding out what you think, where those who then go "but I know what I think" are probably those who don't know what they think for thinking that they do know...", meanwhile the rain that should be snow this of year just fell in the grayness, the goblin could well understand why most folks just escaped their reality by being online instead, after all he was no different in that respect)

repost from elsewhere, chatting with anna elsewhere

between the pressure of work and the inability to see the situation clearly the goblin had put off posting for holding back awhile, saying "...I can see what the saudi coup is, just I can't see how it plays out from here, that what with isreal and saudi intent upon a campaign in lebanon, who doubts that america will be dragged into their scheme then, yet I doubt that the campaign itself can fair any better than syria has, nor iraq for that matter, so will this be just a bombing campaign, or something more like with boots on the ground...", the goblin thanked everyone for being there as ever, knowing that the next few days will probably seem like "slow then sudden" in their occurrence, relating "...so "the king is dead long live the king", with the plot entering a new stage of a now assertive saudi under a lone king replaces that old consensus type saudi under those many princes, simply a consolidation of power at the top, or a mcbeth in our times as it were, yet even with this coup saudi's goal in part has to be to get the price of oil back over a 100dollars a barrel, where anything less would condemn saudi to continue in its unsustainable deficit then, so they need something that both constrains the flow of oil out of the muddle-east while having the added benefit perhaps of putting iran back in its cage, thus "slow then sudden" it becomes doesn't it...", how slow seemed the wait beforehand yet how sudden it seemed afterwards, meanwhile the goblin just preoccupied himself with dailylife once more

...well I guess I'm not the best flamer here, but I'm sure the one who posts last each time...

According to some schools of thought on prominent display here that definitely makes you a contender.Of course when I say "schools" I mean the ones whose buses are notably shorter than average, but still.Congrats?

According to some schools of thought on prominent display here that definitely makes you a contender.Of course when I say "schools" I mean the ones whose buses are notably shorter than average, but still.Congrats?

"...I fight myself vitrol, part of me wants to be very supportive and part of me wants to be very disruptive, the madness of madame bovery perhaps, the old man and his young goblin..." replied the goblin who at any rate found this song somewhat reflective of what he meant with the life he must live on the outside as opposed his nature inside, sighing "...just a life of madame bovery, the prison of one's comfort-zone, and where one's art if anything is but the fruit of this frustration then...", as the bus pulled up as vitrol had noted

morning rush hour and the man in the mirror, somehow guessing the goblin's mood, starts singing: "...crappy workday to you, crappy workday to you, crappy workday dear moron, crappy workday to you...", the goblin then imagined he could hear a whole chorus of the same song coming from the fellow passengers on the bus, and the goblin was probably right, just that the mute switch was turned on it seemed